I had a girlfriend once who let me borrow her car to go to a dentist appointment. The car blew up on the way (it was out of town, long story, but the car stopped running and smoke was blowing through the vents).

She told me to ignore the low oil warning symbols. She did, really. I was dumb then.

I feel really sorry about that. I hitchhiked back into town, and she cried when she saw me walking back to the house I was renting. I don't know how she knew, because we didn't have cell phones back then, but she knew her car was gone. I think she was more sorry for the skates in the trunk than anything. 4-wheeled skates, those kind. I don't remember her name now. I'm sorry for that too.